Saturday I went to the Boyce Thompson Arboretum in Superior, Arizona. I'd been before, but never walked around the whole place like I did this time. I've seen this house, the Picket Post House, from the road but never been this close. Construction started on it in 1923 and Boyce Thompson spent part of his last years there. Of course, I am so curious to know what it looks like on the inside. I picture art deco style furnishings like those in the Hearst Castle, but all covered in sheets and inches of dust. Type "Picket Post House" and "haunted" into Google and you don't return anything interesting. I really want to know the stories of this house.
I really wanted to see Fall this year up north. I'm pretty sure I missed it this year. But at the Arboretum, it seemed like it was peak time for the trees turning gold and red. I want to go back so much, but I am not sure if I will make it back there before the leaves all turn and fall. It all seems to happen so quickly. You really have to be paying attention, or you miss it for an entire year.
In July, you don't sit there bemoaning the hundred and fifteen degrees and think I really have to arrange my life so that when it cools off I don't miss Fall. At least I don't, but maybe I should. I kinda think it needs that much advance planning!
So here is what I am planning. Some day this winter it might snow. It might. Remember March 10-11, 2006? Remember later January 2007? It snowed at elevations low enough that you could see snow on the Superstition Mountains. Well if that happens again this year or in 2009, I want to be ready. Even if it means dropping everything and just going. I really, really want to see Boyce Thompson Arboretum after a snow fall.
